My mouth runs away from me as you stop to talk My knees crumble below me like powdery chalk The princess behind you tries to casually block But her moves go unnoticed like a ticking clock

Closer, closer, you taste like sweet molasses Teachers walk by and peer out of their glasses Closer, closer, you feel like a bed of roses Students whiff your aroma and sigh in their noses Your mouth opens settle and a tad bit to tall I was either on the ground or ready to fall The words you chime out sound better than sliced bread Until I woke of my trance and realized what you had said

And no, I won’t give you her number; I know it’s a bloody shame And next time you confront me learn how to say my name

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